Travel

I S**T My Brains at a Poolside Bar

If you’re reading this, it’s too late to send help but consider yourself lucky because lessons were learned, so take notes.

My story begins where most people’s would end- in the third stall of a poolside bar bathroom in Montego Bay, Jamaica. I was three Mimosas deep- because you can’t dilute champagne like we quickly caught onto- when that tell-tale stomach rumble hit.

Now if your anything like me, you’ve seen movies, read horror stories, and watched memes involving people losing control of their bowels in a pool or a hot tub. As an avid traveler, that has become my fear and on this occasion almost a reality.

So without going into all the gross details, I was in the middle of paradise, wearing a minimal yet more modest bikini and shit was about to hit the fan. Travelers diarrhea had just kicked in, and I played it off like a freaking champ.

For starters, I made it out of the water without alerting the lifeguards who were somehow also the entertainment. I also recognized the difference between this stomach rumble from a normal one. This one was intestinal! Lastly, with my quick thinking, I grabbed a random beach towel off a random chair en route to the bathroom. There was a line, but hey, I don’t do lines and would literally slap a B to get to the stall at that point.

So as I sat, not squat but sat, in stall number 3, I racked my brain trying to figure out what was going on, what I ate and why I wasn’t nauseous or vomity.

I realized that I ignored ALL of my red flags for eating in a foreign country. Now granted, we were at an all-inclusive resort, but I did eat street meat, pick fresh fruit on several occasions, and I may have inadvertently swallowed hot tub water. As I continued to ignore the aggressive knocks on the bathroom stall door, I realized that alcohol + the seafood pasta from the night before that I ate for breakfast was the cause of my shit-uation.

* I lost 6lbs in 4 days so #winning

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